Month: March 2015

Blossoms and new growth, we mimic the rhythm of spring. Changing and evolving into who we were made to be. Our art, fresh and new. The same light that opens the plum flowers, also defines our memories. Something unique, never to be made exactly the same.

There were so many beautiful submissions this past week! I loved seeing the little bits and glimpses of springtime in your work. I think (and hoping really hard!) that spring is finally here. Thank you for sharing your beauty and what inspires you.

Quiet moments seem so soothing this time of year. While we wait for spring here in New England, we snuggle under the warm blankets, dreaming of blossoms and summer light. These images are like a hot cup of herbal tea to me, warming and calming the chills away.

If only the hours spent laboring to bring your body earth side could be the compass to your heart. That with each contraction I felt, my understanding of who you were to become would be etched on my soul. That as I pushed you out into this bright world from the grey of my womb, the map of your heart would come with you, offering a guide to navigate the terrain of your soul.

For sometimes, just sometimes, I bring myself back to the moment you were born and the weight of your body as you passed from me, and wish you had whispered your secrets so I could always follow you into the wilds of your childhood, into the somewhere, out there, out where I am not able to follow. -rebecca, a wondered life